Heart attacks and six packs. Oh, and flan.

I've seen my sister get so mad she passes out.  I've heard about nieces and/or nephews hitting their heads and passing out.  I've even almost passed out, once.

But I never saw my own kid do it.  Wait, I take that back.  Quin choked to non-breathing, once.  That was fun.

Natalie missed the bench when she tried to alley-oop onto the tramp and instead rammed her ribs into the bars. 

Fortunately, she was somehow able to make it to the back door where she stood sort of gasping.  In a matter of blurred milliseconds, I somehow made it from the stove, where I was standing, to the back door, a good 15 ft. away.  In this amount of time, I watched my daughter stumble backwards a step or two, then completely topple over.  Not a sort of crumple to the ground fall, a standing tall to a great big flat-out fall.  I heard her head hit the ground. 

Before I knew it, I was holding her, assessing her breathing, watching her eyes roll back into her head, and sort of frantically asking her if she could breath (she was starting to make sounds) getting ready to put all of my years of first aid training to the test.  Her head was floppy for a minute but then she started crying and asking me what happened.

In that short amount of time, she said she had a dream.  She said she thought what was happening wasn't real, that she thought she was thinking it would suck if that DID happen, and that she was late for a bus or something.  Guess the mind does funny things when it takes over for a person.

She's got a nice goose egg, and upon examining her rib area, realized my little girl's got abs any female would envy.  Six pack envy.  Not kidding.  Sheesh.

Oh, and I'm making flan for the first time, hence the standing by the stove. 

It's been quite an eventful last couple hours.  ;)

Natalie, the fearless:

You remind me of the babe...

I'm a little sad, tonight.

I just issued my last first haircut. 

*sniff*

Matt said he was going to mop my kitchen floor with Owen's head. 

Though, tempting as it was to get my floor cleaned, I chose option B.

And we went from this:

"Ladies Man"

To this:

"What on earth did you do to me, woman?!"

(If you look real close, you can see his first little toothie on the right.)

It looks darker in pictures than it does in real life - I fear he's going to be a blondie, afterall.

I loved having two brownies!

*sniff*

Oh, well.  I guess we'll have to see how it grows back out.

And for the record, I opted to not keep any of his hair.  Why? Because I was thinking about it last night, and really, that's just gross.  Might as well keep his first toe nail clippings or his first booger.  hahaha

I found Andur's first lost tooth and I have to say - EW.  So, no more hair-keeping.  That's just weird, if you think about it.  And I did.  So I'm not gonna.  ;)

Bright

My son, my oldest son, is a smart kid. 

This boggles my mind when he does something like give his little brother a wipe to, you know, do his bidness in the bathroom... and comes out of the bathroom with the LYSOL wipes in his hand asking if I only give him one.

It's then that I find myself saying things like, "Are you kidding me? Really??"

Sheesh.

Grammar check

This is for those who refuse to "speak the Queen's english".  You know who you are.  ;)

Slippin' and a-slidin'

Did you have one of these when you were a kid? I did... before the pool at the end or all the funky stuff they've added since.  Good times.  ;)

The Picnic - Andur & Natalie

Sulking...

The rare "just a smile!" (no open mouth full of food... no goofy face...): 

The dogpile... because there's plenty of room among the plates and food and people: 

This one's just funny - make it bigger to see all the facial expressions: 

Nice: 

I thought this one was funny... it was an accidental one, I was actually trying to catch Quin but he was too fast for me: 

It was a fun day.  Later, they tried out our new slip & slide thingy - so someday soon I'll have to post pictures of that.  ;)

The Picnic - Quin

Eatin' a samwich:

I told him he had to hurry and eat before the bugs did... 

"I can't eat this... the bugs will be sad!" 

Poor cowlicked kid - could use a serious haircut: 

He was running in circles around our blanket... I caught this picture by following him with my camera.  Not too shabby: 

As long as Owen doesn't cry, I allow the lovin' to continue, three year old style: 

One more... Andur and Natalie's turn!

The Picnic - Owen

Today, we found the most perfect place for a picnic... it was perfectly grassy, perfectly shady, perfectly close... it was... my backyard.  ;)

Owen was perfectly content.  He's totally in his element when out-of-doors, as I'm sure most babies are.

Ahh, the thumb: 

It was strongly recommended that I take a picture of the fly on his head: 

Achoo! 

Bless you!

Achoo! 

Bless you!

Whoa... thanks... 

Happy baby! 

Stay tuned for more on "The Picnic"...

Sweet Taters

My baby's getting so big! I put him in 6-9 month jammies last night and they fit! He's not even 5 months old, yet!

When I sit him up he stays put for a bit and this morning, I found him on his back when I know I laid him down on his tummy to sleep last night.  He's been working on that for a while, but could only get to his side.  Guess he conquered that one!

He grabs at everything and brings it all to his slobbery mug.  He's working on his two bottom toothies and is constantly drooling!

He's still a little puke-meister and meds don't really slow it any so we rice-up his bottles and that seems to help some.  I tried it with a spoon a few times and he didn't seem to care for the consistency of it.  I tried sweet potatoes, last night, though and he couldn't eat them fast enough.  It was funny! (And oh-so-messy!)

Hey, where's Perry? and other randomness.

Yeah, so I got a little busy, lately, and forgot I wanted to keep adding pictures.  Oops.  But, more on that, later.  Hopefully not too much later, though.

Natalie's my budding artist.  She's good.  And I'm not just being biased, she's really, really good.  She has this knack for adding detail and she just rocks.  This was one of her from memory, jotted down a sketch in a minute attempts:

In the future, I hope to take pictures of more of her work. 

Quin's my musically-inclined chicky-poo.  He got a guitar from his musically-inclined grandpa for his 3rd birthday.  Here they are jammin' together:

My dad was getting a kick out of his rendition of "Old MacDonald Had a Farm".  It was pretty cute.  :)

Andur's talent is video games.  And remembering weird things.  And, apparently, shooting a gun.  We went shooting, today, with a friend of ours.  It was both our first time.  Our friend's a jailer, so not his first time.  ;) It was AWESOME.  Yeah, I never thought I'd like shooting a rifle so much! It's very cool! Anywho, Andur was pretty good at it... aiming and hitting the target, that is.  I was better with the rifle than the pistol.  No pictures, though, sorry.

And Grandma Karen, this is for you:

Natalie made this little reminder note for herself back when school was still keeping my kids out of my hai- er.... I mean, educating my sweet younglings.  I thought you might like this.  ;)